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Why that-- That's a sea of solid ice.

Reception? Is that what you call a sound and fury which signifies nothing?

Outside temperature now...

No. I'm not about to fall asleep.

- Are we ready? - We're ready.

Oh, look! His tape replay circuits were on.

we'd have felt that quake no matter how far we'd gone.

Then we must've been at this end, away from the sun.

In precisely 1 hour, 12 minutes and 58 seconds.

Now where did you get an idea like that? Hmm?

Or do you wanna save your own miserable neck?

It's practically too warm for a fire.

- Push it out! Push it out! - It's moving!

Minor earthquake, value 3.2.

Yeah. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw one of those giants.

- [ Beeping Continues ] - Hopelessly wrecked somewhere, no doubt.

Come on, Penny. Don't just sit there. We've gotta help put up a shelter.

- Shh. Listen. - [ Banging Continues ]

You should know better than to have the radio on during a storm, Will.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Thunder Continues ]

We've lost control!

Well, control something!

Peace and tranquility.

Well, good riddance.

Well, you can forget those orders now.

Take over the scope.

Will, stand in the hatch and hand me what I need.

Outside temperature...

Whatever happened to the Renaissance man?

We have no choice. We must cut to the left.

- Satisfied? - Yeah.

Outside temperature 98 degrees below zero...

is to supply all data pertinent to this particular field.

Close or not, it sure is messing up my reception.

Now go back to work and give me a few sensible conclusions.

- He's the boss, isn't he? - Yeah.

- Boy, that hit the spot. - Oh, good.